> >>Each year he sent her roses,
> >>and the note would always say,
> >>I love you even more this year,
> >>than last year on this day.
> >>My love for you will always grow,
> >>with every passing year."
> >>
> >>She knew this was the last time
> >>that the roses would appear.
> >>She thought, he ordered roses
> >>in advance before this day.
> >>Her loving husband did not know,
> >>that he would pass away.
> >>
> >>He always liked to do things early,
> >>way before the time.
> >>Then, if he got too busy,
> >>everything would work out fine.
> >>
> >>She trimmed the stems and
> >>placed them in a very special vase.
> >>Then, sat the vase beside
> >>the portrait of his smiling face.
> >>
> >>She would sit for hours,
> >>In her husband's favorite chair.
> >>While staring at his picture,
> >>and the roses sitting there.
> >>
> >>A year went by, and it was
> >>to live without her mate.
> >>With loneliness and solitude,
> >>that had become her fate.
> >>
> >>Then, the very hour,
> >>The doorbell rang, and there
> >>were roses sitting by her door.
> >>
> >>She brought the roses in,
> >>and then just looked at them in shock.
> >>Then, went to get the telephone,
> >>to call the florist shop.
> >>
> >>The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would
> >>someone would do this to her, causing her such pain?
> >>
> >>"I know your husband passed away,
> >>more than a year ago,"
> >>The owner said,
> >>"I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
> >>The flowers you received today,
> >>were paid for in advance.
> >>Your husband always planned ahead,
> >>he left nothing to chance.
> >>There is a standing order,
> >>that I have on file down here,
> >>And he has paid, well in advance,
> >>you'll get them every year.
> >>
> >>There also is another thing,
> >>that I think you should know,
> >>He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.
> >>Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card
> >>that should be sent to you the following year."
> >>
> >>She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
> >>Her fingers shaking,
> >>as she slowly reached to get the card.
> >>
> >>Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
> >>Then, as she stared in total silence,
> >>this is what he wrote...
> >>
> >>"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone.
> >>I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
> >>I know it must be lonely,
> >>and the pain is very real.
> >>
> >>Or if it was the other way,
> >>I know how I would feel.
> >>The love we shared made everything
> >>so beautiful in life.
> >>I loved you more than words can say,
> >>you were the perfect wife.
> >>You were my friend and lover,
> >>you fulfilled my every need.
> >>I know it's only been a year,
> >>but please try not to grieve.
> >>
> >>I want you to be happy,
> >>even when you shed your tears.
> >>That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
> >>When you get these roses,
> >>think of all the happiness that we had together, and how both of us
> >>were blessed.
> >>I have always loved you and
> >>I know I always will.
> >>But, my love, you must go on,
> >>you have some living still.
> >>
> >>Please...try to find happiness,
> >>while living out your days.
> >>I know it is not easy,
> >>but I hope you find some ways.
> >>
> >>The roses will come every year,
> >>and they will only stop,
> >>When your door's not answered,
> >>when the florist stops to knock.
> >>He will come five times that day,
> >>in case you have gone out.
> >>But after his last visit,
> >>he will know without a doubt!
> >>To take the roses to the place,
> >>where I've instructed him
> >>and place the roses where we are,
> >>together once again.
> >>
> >>Sometimes in life, you find a special friend; Someone who changes your
> >>life just by being part of it.
> >>Someone who makes you laugh
> >>until you can't stop;
> >>Someone who makes you believe
> >>that there really is good in the world.
> >>Someone who convinces you
> >>that there really is an unlocked door
> >>just waiting for you to open it.
> >>
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